the trip

On the trip with you
The sharp rain hits us, heavily
Heavenly, we walk side by side
Then we miss the train

"You are like the wind", I say
with a lack full of pain
in my soul
and the little bird dancing and singing 

inside of my body.

We catch another one,
enter the wagon, sit down next to each other, 

wet, exhausted and silently
Your blowing wind is sweet and soft

But it's hard to be there, following the streem, never knowing where it will take us. 

Or will it just lift our heads up to the clouds,

never letting the feet rise up, joining our thoughts in this flight of happiness and joy?

The train stops. It's time to part.
"Let's meet in the dreams,

on the top of the mountain", you say,

"from there we can watch the sun 

rising behind the deep blue sea, covering us in light".